Saturday Sept. 28 '74 11:00


 

Well it's been almost ten jours since I've written--I have to write a
fucking French journal every day & one entry a day's enough. Can't write
any good stuff in there though--Nelson reads it. Even if she didn't it would
be hard to do it in French. I'm just stinkin' lazy, & I know it. Well life
is just plain easier for smarties but I'm much dumber than I used to be.
Maybe I should try cutting out the pot.

I don't think I've toked more than once since I did that acid. Acid taught
me more about me & others in one night than the combined efforts of
parents, teachers, friends & enemies did in 15 years (not really but it
sounds good, doesn't it? - yeh - ).

I have the strangest phases/acts (etc.) that I go through. Right now it's
romantic/horny/+ crushes on people. So many boys I like & would like to
know well & have fun with. Also a certain teacher who has really intrigued
me ever since I read my handwriting analysis book. He writes like this:



Notice the tremendous sex drive & interest in the female sex which is being
frustrated even though I know he's married.

I always fall in love w/ the impossible to obtain. The harder it is for me
to get the more I like it. Sicko--I do dig those older men though. But they
expect screws as a matter of course. I don't know what I want to do so I
better wait. Kissing + etc. is enough for me--I'm glad I'm not male--what a
tough problem. Well I have enough of my own.

Here's a poem:

Six stiff hix
Stick sis for kix.

I didn't make it up so I can't take credit.